「手前のためにいきろ」

Indie Shinjiro Aragaki. Selective & multiverse. Read pages before interacting. [Status: ACTIVE, Under Construction] Links for mobile written by myka.

[lulles]

I should definitely draw this guy more often. It’s so relaxing. I wonder why I usually draw him smiling…

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"The Picture of Dorian Gray" sentence starters

❝ There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. ❞

❝ The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. ❞

❝ We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. ❞

❝ I have grown to love secrecy. ❞

❝ Your cynicism is simply a pose. ❞

❝ You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages. ❞

❝ Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. ❞

❝ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. ❞

❝ A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. ❞

❝ Is that very vain of me? I think it is rather vain. ❞

❝ None of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. ❞

❝ I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world. ❞

❝ There is nothing that art cannot express. ❞

❝ The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. ❞

❝ My heart shall never be put under their microscope. ❞

❝ It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. ❞

❝ I feel that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.” ❞

❝ In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. ❞

❝ Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. ❞

❝ People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. ❞

❝ Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. ❞

❝ Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. ❞

❝ The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. ❞

❝ Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ❞

❝ You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know. ❞

❝ Wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so? ❞

❝ Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. ❞

❝ Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. ❞

❝ You like your art better than your friends. ❞

❝ I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. ❞

❝ Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. ❞

❝ Credit is the capital of a younger son, and one lives charmingly upon it. ❞

❝ Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. ❞

❝ The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. ❞

❝ I can sympathize with everything except suffering. ❞

❝ Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different. ❞

❝ Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes. ❞

❝ You are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing. ❞

❝ I am always late on principle, the principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. ❞

❝ I adore it, but I am afraid of it. It makes me too romantic. ❞

❝ Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing. ❞

❝ Passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. ❞

❝ If I ever did a crime, I would come and confess it to you. You would understand me. ❞

❝ When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. ❞

❝ There is always something infinitely mean about other people’s tragedies. ❞

❝ I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. ❞

❝ People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity. ❞

❝ The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. ❞

❝ It often happens that when we think we were experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. ❞

❝ Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ❞

❝ To be in love is to surpass one’s self. ❞

❝ Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window. ❞

❝ Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; springtime for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies. ❞

❝ I shudder at the thought of being free. ❞

❝ I know you would never harm anyone I love, would you? ❞

❝ Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives. ❞

❝ Of course, it is sudden—all really delightful things are. ❞

❝ The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. ❞

❝ Unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality. ❞

❝ You are much better than you pretend to be. ❞

❝ I cannot understand how anyone can wish to shame the thing he loves. ❞

❝ When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy. ❞

❝ The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich. ❞

❝ Being adored is a nuisance. ❞

❝ You are dreadful! I don’t know why I like you so much. ❞

❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞

❝ Love is a more wonderful thing than art. ❞

❝ There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. ❞

❝ The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. ❞

❝ I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. ❞

❝ You taught me what reality really is. ❞

❝ You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. ❞

❝ I have grown sick of shadows. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you were to me, once. ❞

❝ You have spoiled the romance of my life. ❞

❝ Without your art, you are nothing. ❞

❝ There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. ❞

❝ There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. ❞

❝ I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous. ❞

❝ You cut life to pieces with your epigrams. ❞

❝ Things like that make a man fashionable in Paris. But in London people are so prejudiced. ❞

❝ One should never make one’s début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one’s old age. ❞

❝ How extraordinarily dramatic life is! ❞

❝ I don’t think I am heartless. Do you? ❞

❝ The moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her. ❞

❝ Life has everything in store for you, ❞

❝ We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful. ❞

❝ If one doesn’t talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. ❞

❝ You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past. ❞

❝ I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. ❞

❝ You talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you. ❞

❝ if I told you, you might like me less than you do, and you would certainly laugh at me. I could not bear your doing either of those two things. ❞

❝ Your friendship is dearer to me than any fame or reputation. ❞

❝ You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. ❞

❝ Whatever I have done that is good, I owe to you. ❞

❝ There is something fatal about a portrait. It has a life of its own. ❞

❝ Perhaps one should never put one’s worship into words. ❞

❝ There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance. ❞

❝ It has a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death itself—something that would breed horrors and yet would never die. ❞

❝ The past can always be annihilated. ❞

❝ How exquisite life had once been! How gorgeous in its pomp and decoration! Even to read of the luxury of the dead was wonderful. ❞

❝ Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities. ❞

❝ I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else. ❞

❝ I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty. ❞

❝ You don’t want people to talk of you as something vile and degraded. ❞

❝ You must not say things like that. They are horrible, and they don’t mean anything. ❞

❝ You have had more to do with my life than you think. ❞

❝ Each of us has heaven and hell in him. ❞

❝ Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. ❞

❝ Keep your horrible secrets to yourself. They don’t interest me any more. ❞

❝ What is it to me what devil’s work you are up to? ❞

❝ I wish you had a thousandth part of the pity for me that I have for you. ❞

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞

❝ I am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked. ❞

❝ It is perfectly monstrous, the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one’s back that are absolutely and entirely true. ❞

❝ Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men. ❞

❝ Everybody I know says you are very wicked. ❞

❝ I like men who have a future and women who have a past. ❞

❝ Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. ❞

❝ He atones for being occasionally somewhat overdressed by being always absolutely overeducated. He is a very modern type. ❞

❝ What do you want? Money? Here it is. Don’t ever talk to me again. ❞

❝ Each man lives his own life and pays his own price for living it. ❞

❝ The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for. ❞

❝ I think that it is better to be beautiful than to be good. But on the other hand, no one is more ready than I am to acknowledge that it is better to be good than to be ugly. ❞

❝ To be popular one must be a mediocrity. ❞

❝ We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible. ❞

❝ I wish I could love, but I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. ❞

❝ My own personality has become a burden to me. ❞

❝ Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. ❞

❝ The world has always worshipped you. It always will worship you. ❞

❝ Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets. ❞

❝ The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all. ❞

❝ The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. ❞

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

[personaparadise]

That’s the power of love~! - Mod Velvet

Rendition of this post by @the-best-fool

*this isn’t an edit or a screenshot, it’s a 3d fanart*

[wishfooled]

@aragakisan :)

[aragakisan]

wishfooled‌:

THAT is exactly the type of reaction that she had expected. Puerile laughter bubbles forth, lingering ‘pon the tip of her honeyed tongue for the briefest of moments before eventually echoing across the barren alley  (  how odd yet beautiful, to color such an ashen environment with the brazen pigments of the FOOL’s girlish titters  !   )  . Fair features instantaneously soften whilst the corners of her glossed tiers manage to curl upwards into the vision of an even wider and brighter simper, one that easily reaches both her ears  ;  it matters not how many times he has attempted to push her away and build a thick wall of concrete between them, she will always find a way to climb on top of it in pursuance of REACHING out for him.

   ❝  Isn’t it obvious  ?  I came to give you an UMBRELLA since you evidently forgot to carry one with you  !  I heard on the news that the weather might become even worse later, so… I thought that you might have needed one  !  ❞   Vocalization is gleeful and mellifluous, as if spoken by a mouth wrought of SUNFLOWERS and dancing flames  ;  naught but the truth is thus given voice, although Minako does her best in pursuance of momentarily concealing the ever-lingering CONCERN that continues to mercilessly haunt the tight confines of her ribcage whenever her mind unconsciously wanders back to him, to his seemingly unhealthy condition, to all the unholy secrets that he’s been jealousy hiding from the rest of S.E.E.S  (  or, mayhap, from HER alone  ?  )  . 

A few steps forward are thus taken, dainty hand outstretching towards the HIEROPHANT in pursuance of finally delivering the aforementioned umbrella. The mention of the DANGER lurking in that cursed alley is more than enough to draw forth a small chuckle of infantile amusement from the cage of her throat, feeble enough to promptly disappear yet fervent enough to make her shoulders shake for a long instant. Does he really think that the presence of a few annoying thugs could SCARE her  ?  She, the CRIMSON MESSIAH, the one who risks her life on a daily basis with the sole purpose of fighting against monstrous creatures within the sacrilegious confines of TARTARUS  ?  It matters not how FRAGILE she may appear to be in the eyes of others   ──   She’s made of steel, she can be bent and even blemished, but she shall never be broken.

   ❝  I know that this place isn’t exactly nice or enjoyable, but… I suppose that it’s still better than Tartarus, isn’t it  ?  ❞   Her innocent logic is marred by a plethora of flaws, the most important of which obviously involving the  (  unfortunate  )  fact that she cannot summon her Persona during the normal hours of the day, which drastically reduces the endowment that she has grown accustomed and perhaps even addicted to. All of sudden, however, the once burning features of her simpering visage seem to lose their previous brilliance   /   A concerned frown thus appears, wrinkling the skin above the bridge of her nose and forcing her eyebrows to slightly furrow right in the middle.   ❝  I heard you cough, the other night… I didn’t want to disturb you so I didn’t knock on the door of your room but… It scared me. That’s why I came here  !  I don’t want you to get SICK because of the rain. You… You should take better care of yourself.  ❞

   His annoyed grumbles are quickly thawed by the Fool’s undying positivity, the back alley’s loathsome atmosphere gaining just the slightest sparkle of light from her presence alone. A true contrast to these dark, lonely evenings her existence has become, as she so often made sure to include a little bit of that brightness in his otherwise sullen nightly hours. Oh, how he wished not to be ungrateful for the attention she gave him, for the hours she took out of her already busy day just to spend a few moments with him -- something she had begun to do more and more often as days passed after his initial recruitment to the team -- yet such resilient insistence on becoming a part of his life was deeply bothersome to the lonely, distant Moon. Even if it all was undeniably and disconcertingly enjoyable and comforting, like a guilty pleasure of sorts.

   “So you’re tellin’ me I can’t get rid of ya?” he teased, letting out a sigh of defeat as he directed his gaze back towards the leader’s radiant smile. This smile was capable of moving mountains and melting glaciers, he finds himself thinking, for he himself, as stubborn and impenetrable as he may have been, somehow still seemed to lack the power to fight it. He was at her mercy -- for now, anyway. Of course, he knew this would have to change, eventually. 

   Somewhat reluctantly, he accepts the umbrella that is handed to him, while his other hand wipes at the already soaked bangs that cover his forehead. She seems to have arrived just a little too late to fully have been able to prevent the effects of the rain -- even then, he appreciates the shield she now offers him. This way, his clothes still had a chance to dry before the next morning.   “Thanks...” he adds solemnly, as he opens the umbrella and is finally able to escape the ruthless weather.

   As the Fool continues to defend her actions, Shinjiro listens in silence. In no way is she stupid or immature, but he couldn’t help but note the inherent naivety of the comparison she then makes. Yes, she was right on one hand; there were no Shadows lurking to get them, for the Hour had yet to arrive. Even the thugs a little ways behind them offered no real threat compared to the nightmares that the back alley had seen before. The danger he spoke of was a combination of many things; threats both physical and emotional, and though under control with the help of suppressants, at times the boy could not help but worry that he himself may have been dangerous as well. For now, Castor was in slumber. But what would happen, if he somehow lost control again, when he least expected it? The thought of hurting another person terrified him to his core. He needed to make sure to never lose sight of his medicine.

   For a moment he is lost in thought, absentmindedly squeezing the container of pills in his pocket ( away from the brunette’s curious gaze ) disturbed as he is by the recurring notion of his biggest fear. Soon, however, he is brought back into the moment by Minako’s sudden concern. ...So she heard that? Wouldn’t she have heard him cough plenty of times before when they’d spent time together? Then again, he’d somehow managed to avoid having a blatant coughing attack quite like that in her presence. Naturally, she knew not about the real cause behind it.

   “Oh, that...” he responds with a look on his face that gave away his quiet embarrassment over the situation. “Sorry you had to listen to that. Don’t worry about me, okay?” he makes sure to add, though he knew he was doing so in vain. He pauses for a while, weighing his options now that the leader was here, and was quick to come to a conclusion.

   “...Well, if you ain’t gonna leave, should we get the hell out of this miserable place?” he finally says, at the same time changing the topic. He was almost certain to not be able to shake the girl off at this point, and truthfully -- now that she was in front of him -- he may have even secretly wished not to.

[emotionrevolution]

@w.ulai

[aragakisan]

♡♡♡ time to stand on tippy toes and smooch shinji's cheekie !

@wishfooled

YOU WHAT—?!?!?

[aragakisan]

[ sometimes you just get back on out of nowhere after a full year ........ ]

[aragakisan]

wishfooled‌:

Countless of times before, has she been told that RESPECTING one’s privacy is the utmost important behavior when it comes to nurturing any type of human relationship   ──   And yet, as she hurriedly walks past the crowded train station, such a basic notion seems to be promptly forgotten and thus completely erased, instantaneously replaced by the almost deafening sound of her own HEARTBEATS against her poised ears. Two umbrellas are tightly held in her arms, one for her and one for the young man who has decided  (  yet again  )  to dissipate into thin air without saying anything first, without leaving any word about his future plans  ;  the motives behind his aggressive demeanor are yet to be unveiled and although she’s well aware that her sudden apparition might not please him, the idea of leaving him ALONE under the impending tempestuous downpour is much more terrifying. 

Facial features immediately brighten as she recognizes the dark crimson color of his long coat. The group of loud bikers and stray teenagers at the beginning of the road is quickly ignored as she waddles forward, unconsciously curling her glossed tiers into the vision of a rather content and satisfied simper   /  She’s so happy to have found him. A faux cough is thus performed in pursuance of piquing his attention.   ❝  You must find a better HIDING SPOT, this one has become too easy to find.  ❞

@aragakisan​ GETS ALL MY LOVE !!!!

   And what motive could there possibly be, for one to leave the comforts of the warm and cozy atmosphere of the dormitory in such an appalling weather? Cold and intense downpours of rain, the increasing wind and chilliness of the air, as summer had yielded to the inevitable passing of time and with it, the arrival of fall. The dark and damp, dimly lit back alley of Port Island Station on a late September evening -- a place oh so familiar, akin almost to a home to the young man standing in the shadows, though at the same time such an eyesore -- was anything but inviting, yet the Hierophant always finds his way there, instinctively and infallibly, like a moth attracted to light.

   Then, just as weather forecasts on the news that day had promised, a heavy downpour of rain finally began.

  And yet, as he certainly had not come here to have a pleasant time anyway, a little rain could hardly make his mood any worse for he was already down in the dumps. Was that not the whole purpose of visiting the location in the first place? To remind himself of the atrocity that took place right there, two years ago, because of him. To make sure he remembered why and what for he had made his resolve and should follow through with it. When the time comes. 

   He could only hope that the relentless weather would not cause him to catch a cold. Stupid, he thought to himself as he listened to the deafeningly loud noise of rain hitting the pavement and the rooftops of the buildings nearby, to not have protected himself from the cold rain upon leaving outside, yet he simply wasn’t used to the notion of carrying an umbrella. In his previous situation this would not have mattered as much anyway, but as a member of SEES, he had friends and teammates relying on him and his ( increasingly deteriorating ) health. Be as it may, it could not be helped. He wasn’t going to go back just yet. ...Or so he thought, until--

      “H-huh?!” he suddenly exclaims, startled by the voice that calls out -- one he instantly recognizes ! -- prompting Shinjiro to hastily turn around in a way that looked almost comically out of place for his generally static demeanor. 

   “H-hey! What the hell are you doing here?!” He ends up sounding perhaps rougher than intended, but this was inevitable, as he suddenly finds himself feeling both defensive and a little concerned, confronted by the sight of a certain Fool’s face, peeking at him with round and curious eyes from under her umbrella. Soon enough, however, the young man composes himself and returns to his usual, calmer demeanor.

   “Seriously...?” he asks, as silver hues avert the brunette’s unrelenting gaze. He sounds annoyed, though a trained ear is able to hear the subtle gentleness hiding underneath. “Didn’t you learn anything from last time? Why’d you come here again? It’s dangerous, all right?” Had she seen him leave the dormitory, and followed him? This girl was always up to some trouble. At least she was shielded from the rain, if nothing else. 

   “Look, it’s not that I mind your company,” he mumbles quietly, “...but you really shouldn’t be here.”

[phanthief-blog]

hello! this is a new REN AMAMIYA — the protagonist of persona 5 ♡! currently looking for new confidants to follow, so if you are interested please like this post and i will check you out! reblogs to help me get this around are also greatly appreciated. coffee & curry for all. ☕🍛

[satowdays]

札幌/Sapporo #0166

札幌ラーメンの老舗、かの福来軒がついに閉店してしまうそうな。

山鼻に越してからずいぶんお世話になった。 流行りのラーメン屋はイベント出店などですぐ店を休みにするが、ここはいつ行っても開いているという安心感があった。 パンチパーマのおいちゃん、いつ休んでいるんだと思うくらい。

それが建物の老朽化で10/20をもって店仕舞いするとのこと。 今、ファンのお客さんがひっきりなしに訪れていて店内は賑わっている。

またマンションでも建つのだろう。 この素晴らしい福来軒、その横のあかつき燃料跡、竹内精肉店の３軒連なる姿は来年には見れなくなるかもしれない。

[aragakisan]

@ofcarnation || from here

   It feels as if he’ll never get used to this; the Fool’s inexhaustible kindness and care, the utter selflessness that weighs down on the Hierophant’s already heavy heart. Knowing what’s to come all the while listening to the girl’s hope-filled optimism instantly becomes a recipe for conflicting emotions, and no less confusing is the warmth and light that her presence never fails to emanate, blending together with the darkness of the male’s deep-seated feelings of sorrow and concern. Here she is again, spending her precious time to be with her Moon -- wasting it, he wants to say -- but no matter how many times he tries to turn her around and change her mind, the Fool refuses to leave his side. It’s been like this since the beginning, since his return to the dorm. She is stubborn and resilient -- as is the young man himself. But she continues to be  the one who’s winning. She gets her way. This is why he feels selfish; a part of him wants her so badly to stay, and for himself to not have to leave. 

   In his usual manner, Shinjiro sighs, though where one would expect an annoyed frown, is instead a weary smile painted over rough features, significantly softening them. She’s the master of getting this reaction out of him, much unlike anyone else, and even after long conversations that so often reeked of guilt and self-loathing. Being around Minako is somewhat of a roller coaster of emotions, though the calm and ever-so-stern Hierophant rarely ever shows it.

      “Tch... So you’re gonna put it that way, huh?       Hell, how am I supposed to object to that?””

   Truly, has she driven him into a corner. No matter what, she refuses to change? To object would have been futile, he already knows; so often it seems to be the case with her. That’s why she’s still here with him, isn’t it? Yet he wishes she needn’t push herself like that. Not for him. The last thing he wanted was to drag her down with him. Actually, that went for everyone, and was indeed the very reason he had pushed away even those closest to him -- isolated himself to the best of his ability ... ever since then. Minako, however, is the only one to so foolishly direct her gaze forward into the future for someone like him, so helplessly headed towards destruction.

   Soon, that weary smile melts away and a neutral, stern expression returns to the young man’s face. Once more, he becomes difficult to read; aside from the fact that he most certainly is troubled. Trying to string together a cohesive sentence in his head of what he wants to tell her, without revealing too much all the same, he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Then, in his pensive state, hands instinctively reach for the container of pills in his pocket, absentmindedly fiddling it in his hand where Minako could not see, he speaks. There is a sickly air about him, when steel hues lower to gaze at the carpet below his feet.

      “As long as I know that you’ll keep smiling, I can rest easy.                                ...I’ll be happy.       You won’t lose that smile of yours, will you?       ...No matter what happens.”

   No one could, and no one should stop Amada from following through with his plan. This was the unfortunate reality that Minako would be in the dark about only a little longer. Oh, how guilty he feels. He can only hope and pray that she would recover quickly and get back on her feet again. That she would keep smiling.       

[lord-asbel]

happy 12th anniversary persona 3! (13th july 2006)

[aragakisan]

*bun noises* nyeheheheh :)

[ BUN

YOU’RE GIVING BOTH OF US A HEART ATTACK !!! ]

[aragakisan]

sheds happy tears because wow, i missed your writing so much TT

[ BUN I MISSED YOU AND YOUR WRITING MORE !!!(cries into my own hands)

come back to me…. let me love you. ]

[aragakisan]

"I can't say I feel exhilarated right now."

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS || accepting

      “Oh, really? … Well, you can count me in.”

   Though his tone is somewhat sarcastic, his intentions – like usual – carried no ill will. Maybe it was the obviousness of such statement – at least in the Hierophant’s mind – that garnered such sarcasm its way. Who the hell would enjoy this? Well, there probably was someone. –No, he knew for a fact there were; even if those people were, in their own way, victims of their circumstances. On the other hand, there were certainly some within their own group to get more pumped up about things like this, as well; a sort of fighting spirit, raring for a challenge. But Shinjiro assumed, from Minato’s general demeanor and low energy alone, that he probably didn’t belong to that category quite as much as someone like Akihiko or Junpei. Whichever the case, he doubted that the leader would be offended. That was the kind of read he got out of this guy anyway, even if they hadn’t gotten to know each other all that well. Shinjiro is pretty sure he’s even heard the other male let out a sarcastic response or two of his own before. 

   Shinjiro at least assumed they were talking about the same thing. The day of the next full moon was right around the corner, and Mitsuru had just reminded them. It made sense for anyone to be anxious, unnerved or even scared to face yet another adversary. Such was the case any time they had to fight a Shadow, for Shinjiro knew full well the dangers of the Dark Hour and the enemies that it produced. All too well. The loathsome Hour, that had ruined so many lives, including his and Amada’s. To enjoy it or anything regarding it was unfathomable to the Hierophant. Though, for him, his lack of excitement for what was soon to come went even deeper. Not only was the date of the next full moon – October 4th – one that so relentlessly burdened him with its painful memory for the past two years, he also had to prepare to face the justice that would finally be brought upon him. He was ready, it was what he deserved. But could he feel happy about it? Hardly so. He knew it would cause pain to his loved ones. Still, it was his duty.

      “Well… You know we gotta do what we gotta do.      At least this should be the second to last one, huh?      Maybe that can be sumthin’ for you to feel a bit more excited about.”

   ‘For you’ – the choice of words was mostly subconscious, but carried a heavy meaning. Indeed, were things to go the way that they were meant to go, he would not be here to witness it. The end of the Dark Hour. A start of a brighter future? He at least hoped so, for the sake of his friends, and more than anything, one little boy of eleven years old.

[littlelovelymemes]

✰ * º ❛   buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters.   ❜

         (   part of the youtube starter series   )

‘  i told you, it’s not as magical as it sounds.  ’ ‘  oh boy, did he not like his box and he spent years in his box not liking his box.  ’ ‘  you have a habit for citing movies as evidence.  ’ ‘  kids kind of all look the same.  ’ ‘  when babies are born, everyone goes, ‘oh, what a cute baby’ eh, it’s a baby either your baby’s ugly or normal.   ’ ‘  i was a very ugly baby.  ’ ‘  i have the mind of a detective.  ’ ‘  you don’t have the mind of a detective, you just stumbled upon a good question for once that, you know, actually pertained to the story.  ’ ‘  what do you have against pennsylvania?  ’ ‘  it’s quite up there in pennsylvania, people to too much free time. you know what happens next.  ’ ‘  how’d that turn out? do we have any pictures of that?  ’ ‘  that’s not something you really tell someone in passing.  ’ ‘  who sold his son? he sold his son!  ’ ‘  anytime you have to say ‘it’s not incest, technically’ – that’s not great.  ’ ‘  did you just realize something? what just happened?  ’ ‘  did you not realize that until now?  ’ ‘  did i just solve something? i may have just solved something!  ’ ‘  the day you solve something, i’ll give you $500.  ’ ‘  $500 real dollars? i could go with disneyland on that kind of money. that’ll last me a couple days maybe.  ’ ‘  i’m not a sick-o, i’m just interested in– okay, maybe i’m a little weird.  ’ ‘  i love this right off the bat.  ’ ‘  i love it when serial killers have a fun little thing. i don’t approve of serial killers, but i think – if you’re gonna kill a bunch of people – you might as well have some fun with it.  ’ ‘  they don’t make serial killer baseball cards though, do they?  ’ ‘  everybody had an axe back in the day, huh?  ’ ‘  sometimes, even the most beautiful places, hold the darkest secrets.  ’ ‘  i’m gonna look up a slouch hat because that sounds like something i need.  ’ ‘  this guy sounds like a villain from rocky and bullwinkle.  ’ ‘  jazz it! honey, you gotta jazz it. i’m not gonna throw out this axe, so we better jazz it.  ’ ‘  let’s see how many of these fuckers i can make dance.  ’ ‘  i think, just, how about don’t kill people?  ’ ‘  i thought we were here to get into the mind of a serial killer.  ’ ‘  no, no, no, no. just a theory? it’s dumb.  ’ ‘  he seems like a cool dude.  ’ ‘  i think he just did it because he’s a badass.  ’ ‘  what’s so funny about that? he has a bomb.  ’ ‘  –you think james bond ever wore a clip-on bowtie?  ’ ‘  it seems like a bad idea to make your get-rich-quick scheme to be to impersonate a criminal  ’ ‘  which makes this, most likely, complete horseshit.  ’ ‘  they just said ‘unidentified object or some stupid shit like that.  ’ ‘  that’s interesting… if that’s true, that is interesting.  ’ ‘  cool guy. coolest guy in history. nice sunglasses. wow! bourbon’s great.  ’ ‘  and then he died?  ’ ‘  and then he died. talk about a guy who appreciates a cliffhanger.  ’ ‘  you don’t wanna make enemies of the deep state.  ’ ‘  he’s kinda starting to sound like an idiot.  ’ ‘  he’s a big dumb-dumb.  ’ ‘  that’s a good point. i never thought about that!  ’ ‘  in a lot of ways this dog is the real hero of this story, it seems like.  ’ ‘  i’d like to have something happy about this story and the dog is a regular lassie.  ’ ‘  oh. well, that’s a weird childhood.  ’ ‘  i can’t say i feel exhilarated right now.  ’ ‘  just try to picture one of the most famous people in the world trying to sneak into the tsa with a glued-on mustache and thinking that it’s gonna work out. i can’t believe he was even considering it.  ’ ‘  that’s avalanche of ‘he-done-it’ right there.  ’ ‘  oh boy… that’s uh… holy shit! is all i have to say.  ’ ‘  from my knucklehead perspective, this looks very bad.  ’ ‘  he dr. seuss’d his way out of a murder.  ’ ‘  this episode is bumming me out.  ’ ‘  you’re really hitting at their heart right now. keep going, keep going. maybe you’ll make a difference.  ’ ‘  i don’t like this guy.  ’ ‘  people were murdered… and this guy’s playing dress up?  ’ ‘  i feel dirty. i feel like i need to take a shower and then a bath and then another shower.  ’ ‘  i need a drink.  ’ ‘  don’t cite the internet.  ’ ‘  i mean, could you even detect ‘fruity garlic’ if it came down to it?  ’ ‘  i’m… li– if i were to– what is– what?  ’ ‘  shut up, you idiot. we’ve already decided!  ’ ‘  so you think this was all an elaborate hooky scheme.  ’ ‘  yeah, i don’t know, man. it’s just fucking weird.  ’ ‘  well, i think this theory is bullshit, but… anyways.  ’ ‘  it’s a real thing, pal.  ’ ‘  the whole idea of hysteria is that you don’t realize it. you’re not like ‘yeah, we all participated in a mass hysteria, it was a real riot. man, she got fucked up. she was having a great time. what a fun hysteria that was.’  ’ ‘  …and you don’t believe this, because?  ’ ‘  oo, this goes all the way to the top! i don’t know if we should be looking into this. some stones are best left unturned.  ’ ‘  meanwhile, they’re playing hot potato with a poison syringe.  ’ ‘  okay! you just shut your mouth. i’m done.  ’ ‘  i mean… shut up, you’re– i can’t even– this is… i thought you were like, on the level on this one.  ’ ‘  can you say, definitively, that she was not abducted?  ’ ‘  that’s it? fuck you! that definitively did not happen.  ’

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